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It would be nice if the weather would warm up even a bit so I could turn off the trickling tap in the basement laundry room. It's been on for weeks- prophylaxis against frozen pipes- because our lows tend to nosedive without warning and negotiating the basement steps is still so antsy a procedure that I'd rather not have to do it every two days or so: turn off when it gets warm(er) and back on when we get another -22 night. Next water bill may be terrific, even though I went a whole month without showering and only do it every three or four days even now.
My bedside travel clock was losing time so yesterday I changed its battery. Reached for it this morning and it wasn't there. Wasn't anywhere, in fact- behind table, under bed, in table drawer where I might have put it in a fit of absent mindedness. Gremlins at it again. I suppose I could use my old phone as a clock-- not the new one because getting the new one to charge is so antsy an undertaking that I tend to leave it off. But I hate phonelight in the morning darkness so finally went online and ordered one from Canadian Tire's *extremely frustrating* webpage, and got a set of furnace filters while I was at it. The ones I had were expensive 'change every three months' ones that had somehow gotten very dirty in six weeks, so the furnace installer used the last of them. I suppose I'll have to have the ducts cleaned again this year.
And then I looked around my bedroom again and shoved the bed over and found my clock, not exactly under the bed but somehow on top of the shallow box that's under the bed. Still gremlinly but fine. I can use the new on in the side bedroom.
Am reading an Inspector Barnaby book on my tablet, second one to date. I like them, I do, but Wossname, his sidekick, is such a prat. Stop telling me what that insufferable man is thinking: I really don't want to know.
My bedside travel clock was losing time so yesterday I changed its battery. Reached for it this morning and it wasn't there. Wasn't anywhere, in fact- behind table, under bed, in table drawer where I might have put it in a fit of absent mindedness. Gremlins at it again. I suppose I could use my old phone as a clock-- not the new one because getting the new one to charge is so antsy an undertaking that I tend to leave it off. But I hate phonelight in the morning darkness so finally went online and ordered one from Canadian Tire's *extremely frustrating* webpage, and got a set of furnace filters while I was at it. The ones I had were expensive 'change every three months' ones that had somehow gotten very dirty in six weeks, so the furnace installer used the last of them. I suppose I'll have to have the ducts cleaned again this year.
And then I looked around my bedroom again and shoved the bed over and found my clock, not exactly under the bed but somehow on top of the shallow box that's under the bed. Still gremlinly but fine. I can use the new on in the side bedroom.
Am reading an Inspector Barnaby book on my tablet, second one to date. I like them, I do, but Wossname, his sidekick, is such a prat. Stop telling me what that insufferable man is thinking: I really don't want to know.